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I've reached my expiration date.

Not that it matters.

We're all going to die.

To Mickaela Capra, all words have flavours. Each emotion burns so fierce she carves them into her skin. The night she decides to press the blade deep enough, a stranger offers her a different kind of ending. One that makes her question everything she's learned about the apocalypse.

But truth comes with a price. Two rules carved in bone: Kill. Survive.

Because the final wars were never meant to end.

A haunting exploratio...